A typical weekend chez nous

I go downstairs making sure that all my batteries are left charging.(phone. tothbush, bathseat smetimes I feel I should be added to that list.

Downstairs we start the day bwith a cable problem. 'Ole Eagle eyes (with apologies to ole blue eyes) has spotted grievous misuse of cables, 'You mever observe the proper procedures' he chides fussily. Well I'e never lived my life e according to procedures. When you work on a chemical plant (as he used to) failure to follow procedures can lead to drastic results. However, when you have frequented television studios, publishing offices and even classrooms , a more flexible approach is needed.. Everything we have seems to be connected by cable to something else., and plugged in. (except the battery operated gadgets)

'I'm going to be busy with bridge club and croquet club accoubts' he says gazing intently at his computer screen fom which emanates raucous laughter accompanying the latest joke from one of our friends at the bridge club. 'Do you want to hear it? ' he says 'not really' I say having deleted it already from my machine along with the other 10 a day we receive.Mlh igores me and reads it out between guffaws..

The rest of the day is spent at my usuaal sedentary pursuits which are very enjoyable, As I read Elizabeth Gaskell, it strikes me that my life is not really much different from the wife of a lady of leisure in the 19th century. She would spend her life reading improving literature (pot boilers) doing embroidery(knitting wrist warmers), and instructing cook (instrucying nlh)and joining the men for cards (playing sloite and malice with mlh)t was the man's job to go out and earn the money and the servant's job to do the chores, leaving her very little else to so but amuse herself. 'the husband has got all that dirty work to do and his wife sits in the dawing room.'